Not engaging in eye contact.

Last night I saw you at my bus stop.

We've ignored each other before so now we know this is what we do.

I was scruffy, and looked a bit revolting.
You were looking more beautiful, hip and skinnier than ever.
I look down at my 'generous' thighs, and feel crap.

Your skinny jeans versus my big jeans.
Your chic teased hair versus my 'hey! I brushed it today! hair.
Your 'too cool to smile' attitude....hang on a minute....

HANG ON A FUCKING MINUTE!!!

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR TEETH?
WHERE ARE YOUR FUCKING FRONT TEETH?

Holy shit. I wasn't expecting that.
I sort of don't know what to say.

At least I have teeth.
That's something.

PS. This image is a metaphor. It is not this person.
He has a fine set of gnashers.